last night, i had been joyfully taking pictures of Coach Bob Knight every time he yelled (he’s a legend!) for the entire game. and i’d just finished telling Tarina’s brother about my airport fiasco, and this nice security guard came down to where i was sitting.
GUARD: um, young lady, there is no flash photography during the game.
i sunk down into my chair and started apologizing for my little blunder. because in a 42 point game, i’m certainly going to affect the outcome of play. after he walked off, i realized that it was just a gigantic plot against me.
“no guns at airports, no flash photography during the basketball game! they’re all just out to get me!”